Hey! I'm back, and I hope you're all well. Especially in light of, you know, everything.
Anyway, let's not dwell on that. So, with no further ado, see chapter 1 for the disclaimer and let's crack on.
I think it's safe to say Donnie is getting somewhat better. The screams have gotten less for one thing. The main issue we're having with him – apart from the fact he still doesn't like physical contact – is the whole not-drinking-water thing. The good news is we've got April and Casey to bring us down pop and squash and stuff like that, the bad news is we're no nearer discovering why he won't go near it.
"He's saying his leg hurts again."
And the medication thing. There's that as well.
I grunted and punched my punching bag for the twenty-fifth time that morning. "Well give him some medication then, it ain't rocket science."
"We're down to the last couple." Leo said, flatly, from behind me.
I paused while the impact of this sentence sank in and then let out a stream of swear words while hitting the punching bag with considerably more force.
"So we need to go out and get some more." Leo said, raising his voice considerably.
"Oh brilliant!" I huffed as my knuckled began to get numb. "Shall we give them cash or cheque? I know how about we write them an I.O.U?"
"Raphael…"
After one final swing at the punching bag I whipped round to face my elder brother. "Well what do you suggest then, Lame-anardo? A weekly pay back scheme?"
Leo clicked his tongue, folded his arms and said. "Well, we're going to have to steal it, aren't we?"
I grinned. "Ah, ever the noble one arn't you, Leonardo-"
"-Shut up, Raph! This is serious. We can last a few more days, but then…"
Honestly you could practically see the raincloud over his head.
Thankfully Leo couldn't carry on being a ray of positivity because Mikey chose that moment to skid into the dojo with: "Well, I've got either good news or bad news."
"Don't tell me – Stockman's come back from the dead." I said. Then after thinking about what he said, added. "What do you mean EITHER good news or bad news?"
"No." Mikey said. "So, the good news – depending on which way you look at it – is that I've found out why Donnie doesn't like water any more."
There was a beat while he looked at us and he looked at him. After a few seconds Leo went.
"Which is WHAT Mikey?"
"Apparently it tastes like salt."
Another beat.
"Like what-!"
"Salt, Raphie, like salt."
Leo massaged his forehead, clearly getting another one of his headaches, and said, tiredly. "Since when does water taste like salt?"
"Don't look at me, I'm just the messenger." Mikey said, a touch irritably.
Leo shook his head. "It's got to be something to do with Leather-creep." He said.
I looked at him. "Well done Sherlock Holmes. Do you want a medal?"
Leo flipped me off and then just as smoothly said. "We're going to have to find out what really happened there."
"…Where?" Mikey asked.
Leo jerked his thumb towards the door. "Down Leatherhead's. Clearly there's more going on with this than we first thought."
Mikey scrunched his beak up. "I'm not going. One of us has got to stay with Don haven't we?"
I just want to take this moment to say that Don does not need a full-time carer. Although he's a long way off full recovery as I mentioned he's getting better. And even if he did need a carer Splinters here, but I do get why Mike's not keen on the idea on frolicking round LC's torture chamber so I'm prepared to accept his bullshit excuse for now.
Leo was as well evidently, because he just nodded and said that was fine. So, long story short, it looks like tomorrow myself and Leo are trotting down to Leathercreeps hell-hole to see if we can get to the bottom of WHY Donnie thinks the water tastes like salt. For obvious reasons he's not coming with us.
I tell you what life really is sunshine and roses isn't it? Someone should make a TV show of our life – I'm sure it'd be a hit.
